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That’s all I said to her. I didn’t know if she’d be pissed at me too. My palms grew slick waiting for her response. Minutes ticked by like warnings that I was being too selfish. Too greedy.

Sutton was at a breaking point and I was so fucking starved for affection and attention and…love, that I was willing to be the goddamn straw to break her back all so I could talk to Margot.

Everything was wrong.

I couldn’t help myself though.

When I didn’t get a response, I figured it was for the best and drove to the store.

My phone buzzed the second I pulled into a parking space and I let out a sigh of relief.

Margot: Okay…I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me anymore. I didn’t hear from you and I know you left early this morning.

Me: I did. Are you in Baltimore yet?

Margot: Why?

Me: I was just curious.

Me: I miss you.

Goddammit.

Greedy. Greedy. Greedy.

Margot: Where’s Sutton?

Me: I don’t want to talk about Sutton right now. You and I need to talk. Let me know if that’s possible.

Margot: I guess. I don’t know when I’ll get in but I’ll text you.

Me: No. Don’t. Things are…tense at home.

Margot: I’m sorry…It’s because of me, isn’t it? She knows.

Me: I’ll text you later, Margot. Just know that I do miss the fuck out of you.

My fingers hovered over letters that they probably shouldn’t have. I was bold enough to type the eight letters but not bold enough to send them.

There was no way I could fall in love with Margot.

Margot: I miss the fuck out of you too, Lennox.

I snapped my eyes shut and pulled in quick shallow breaths to calm the desire building inside of me. I didn’t think it was possible to want someone so damn bad. It turned into more than that though.

I needed Margot.

I needed her simply because of the void Sutton created.

I got out of the car and went grocery shopping for things I knew Sutton loved to eat. I picked up a few bottles of chardonnay because I didn’t know how long the snow would fall and I didn’t want to be trapped in the house without something to take Sutton’s edge off.

When I got home, I heard Ravel playing through the speakers and I hoped maybe Sutton was in a better mood. I put the groceries away and looked over my shoulder when I sensed her behind me.

“It’s supposed to snow all night,” she told me.

“How much are we supposed to get?” I asked. I placed a bottle of wine in the chiller and handed her a bag of her favorite gummy bears. She gave me a small smile in return.

“Thank you. I think we’re in for six to eight inches,” she replied.